***Victor arrived at Frankman Motor Company, his enthusiasm for the day's lecture still bubbling inside him. He loved the idea of learning more about effective sales techniques, and he was keen to meet up with Triston. However, as he walked down the hallway towards the sales representative’s office, he couldn't help but notice that Mr. Frankman's office door was slightly ajar, and his curiosity got the better of him.Victor hesitated for a moment, his steps slowing as he overheard Mr. Frankman's voice coming from the half-open door. The conversation seemed hushed, as though Mr. Frankman was trying to maintain some privacy. But Victor heard Mr. Frankman mention his name and couldn't resist the temptation to eavesdrop. He leaned closer, making sure not to make any noise."...Victor's potential is undeniable," Mr. Frankman was saying over the phone. "I've been keeping an eye on him since he started, and he's got a real knack for this business. His enthusiasm and willingness to learn are
***Victor sat behind his cluttered cubicle, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard. The office bustled with activity, phones ringing, and colleagues chatting, but Victor remained focused on his task, flipping through Bill’s profile. He wanted to make sure that, as his first client, Bill would be satisfied with his service. He picked up the landline phone that was next to his desk and dialed Bill’s number. After a few rings, Bill answered the call.“This is Victor Garcia from Frankman Motor Company. You wanted to purchase a car from us today; are you still coming?” Victor inquired.“Yes, I am on my way; I’m almost close to the dealership,” Bill answered."Okay, sir, I will be expecting you; just ask for Victor when you arrive."“Okay,” After that, Victor ended the call.A few moments later, Bill, a well-dressed man in his forties, approached Victor's desk. He wore an expectant smile and an air of excitement in his step. Victor looked up
“I saw the sale you made; I am happy for you,” Frankman said with a bright smile.“Thanks a lot, sir; I had to put all the knowledge I have gained to the test,” Victor replied.“I know, I am glad you did. Bill seemed satisfied when he talked about the purchase over the phone. I hope his daughter loves the car,” Frankman said calmly.“Me too, sir,” Victor replied with a bright smile. Frankman took out a white envelope from his drawer and handed it over to Victor.“That’s your commission from the sale; congratulations,” Frankman said with a smile.“You can count it if you want; that’s $8,000,” he added. Victor’s commission was 10% on all sales that he made.“No need, sir,” Victor replied.“Alright then, first thing tomorrow, you can come and meet up with me for your second client,” Frankman said with a smirk."Okay, sir,” Victor replied as he stood. They shook hands as he went out of his office.***The following morning,Victor was sitting in front of Frankman as Frankman handed over a
“That’s good for you, man; just keep at it; in no time you will be able to pass the mission and won’t have to look at those other bitter people’s faces again,” Spencer said softly.“You are right, I just want to finish as fast as possible and leave that place. Those other workers are not even taking me as one of them; they feel I am taking the job for granted,” he replied.Spencer told Victor to keep his head high and focus on the job so that he could complete his mission as soon as possible.***Two days later,Victor sat at his desk, shuffling through paperwork and taking a sip of his coffee. The phone rang as he picked it up; he was expecting a call from Robert Monroe, his third client that Frankman told him about and even gave him the file. He answered the call.“Hello, this is Victor Garcia. How can I assist you today?” He asked.“Victor, This is Robert Monroe. I'm calling for you to recommend a car for me. Frankman told me that you are the one handling my inquiries for today,” R
“Victor, we cannot afford to lose valuable clients like Mr. Monroe. He brings significant business to our company, and now he's questioning our professionalism. You must make this right, and you must do it swiftly.”Victor nodded earnestly, understanding the gravity of the situation.“I will, Mr. Frankman. I'll reach out to Mr. Monroe immediately and do whatever it takes to mend this relationship. I take full responsibility for this situation.” He said it boldly.Frankman's stern expression softened slightly.“You better do, Victor. Your reputation is on the line, and the reputation of this company as well. I expect this to be resolved without any further incidents.”Victor left Frankman's office, determined to salvage the situation with Robert Monroe and ensure that he remained a valued client. He knew that the fate of his career as a salesman and the success of Frankman Motor Company depended on it.Victor sat at his desk with a heavy heart, clutching his phone. The conversation wit
Victor's eyes widened as he realized the implications of what he had just heard. Frankman, the owner of the company, was involved in a scheme to rebrand used cars as new ones and sell them to unsuspecting customers. This was illegal at best.A moral dilemma gripped Victor. He knew that he had just uncovered something unethical and potentially illegal. He considered his options, knowing that he had a duty to uphold honesty and focus on passing his mission. He knew there was no way he would expose such a secret.Victor decided to step away from the door and continue down the hallway. He needed time to think and gather more information about the situation. This discovery had put him in a difficult position, and he had to determine the best course of action. Protecting the company's reputation and the customers' interests was paramount, but he had to find a way to do it without jeopardizing his own career and well-being.***After a long and tiring day at Frankman Motor Company, Victor fo
“I will look into everything; Triston is going to pay for all this and is definitely going to be fired,” Frankman replied with his brows pressed tightly together."Yes, sir, don’t spare him at all; he deserves to pay for everything that he did,” Victor said as he stood up from the chair.“Sir, but please don’t let anyone know that I am the one that gave you all this information,” Victor pleaded.“Of course, no one is going to find out don’t worry,” Frankman replied as he asked Victor to send the recording to him.After that, Victor went out of the office as he was walking down the hallway, heading over to the sales representative’s department. ‘I can’t believe Mr. Frankman is acting like a saint when he himself is also guilty of the same crime. Well, he can act however he wants; that is not my main concern for now; all I want is for Triston to leave the company, he thought.***Meanwhile, Frankman was stroking his chin in his office and thinking about everything that Victor had just t
As the days turned into weeks, Victor's strategy bore fruit. Many of the transferred clients not only decided to stay with the dealership but also expanded their investments, purchasing additional vehicles for their families and businesses. The word of mouth about Victor's exceptional service and the dealership's commitment to their customers began to spread, attracting new clients and boosting the dealership's reputation.Frankman watched with satisfaction as Victor's dedication and expertise not only retained Triston's clients but also expanded the dealership's customer base. It was a testament to the power of exceptional customer service, trust, and a well-executed sales and marketing strategy. The showroom bustled with activity, and the future of the dealership looked brighter than ever, all thanks to Victor's skillful management and commitment to Frankman's vision.Frankman called Victor into his office; he wanted to commend him for the good job he has been doing for the company.
“Yes, each time they take one student, they give me a total of $200,000; I know it’s bad, but I can’t reject the money, nor can I stop them from doing what they want."“Hmmm, then do you think you can give me details about the mafias and how we could get those students back?”“I don’t think it’s possible to get those students back; I don’t know what they do with them, but they take them far away to an unknown country, and that’s the end; there’s no more information on their whereabouts; as for the mafias, I have no details on them,” Johnson explained calmly.“Are you sure you are telling me the entire truth?”“Yes, I have nothing to lose at this point. I am sick and tired of everything they have going on. Hopefully you and your people can find a way to stop those mafias."“What of Kacy Turner? He is the most recent victim; don’t you think we can still get him back?” Santos knew that Kacy was one of the reasons why Victor brought the case to him.“No, Kacy is long gone; there’s no way
“Tell me, what is the case about? What happened exactly?” Santos said this with his hands clasped on the desk and his eyes focused on Victor.“The thing is, a student of mine went missing two days ago; his name is Kacy Turner, and we looked for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. The police are currently looking for him, but there's been no progress. I happened to overhear a conversation with the principal of the high school and found it suspicious, so I snuck into his office after school hours and hacked into his computer. I know it’s illegal to do that, but I just needed an answer."“I understand, but what did you find after you hacked into his computer?”“Everything is in this drive over here; you can have a look for yourself,” Victor handed the drive to him.Santos placed the drive on the laptop on his desk. He started going through the documents on the drive as his eyes opened wide. “What the hell!” He yelled.“What is it?” Victor wondered why he yelled like that.“There are a co
Victor’s cellphone started ringing loudly as he took it out and saw that Mrs. Turner was calling him. He answered the call. “Mr. Victor, I am calling to inform you that I and my husband have filed the missing person complaint at the police station."“That’s good to hear. Have the police started their search for him yet?”“Yes, they have sent out a couple of patrol cars to look for Kacy; hopefully they find him early before the day runs out."“Yeah, I hope so too; in case they find him, just inform me about it." Even though Victor feels the principal has something to do with Kacy's disappearance, he doesn’t want to draw any conclusions and wants to consider the possibilities that the police might be able to find him.“Okay, I will." After that, she ended the call.***Later in the night,The moon hung like a silver coin in the star-sprinkled sky, casting eerie shadows over Mitchell High School. Victor stood in the cover of darkness, a silhouette draped in a pitch-black hoodie and match
Victor's heart sank as he joined in the search; his mind was clouded with worry. What could have happened to Kacy? Was he in danger?As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the search continued. The community rallied, with volunteers arriving to aid in the search.But despite the collective effort, the outcome remained unchanged—Kacy was still missing.The evening sky turned dark, casting a somber atmosphere over the school. Victor stood with a heavy heart, his eyes scanning the faces around him, searching for a glimpse of hope amidst the worry.But still, Kacy was nowhere to be seen. Victor felt this was the best time to inform the parents about their son's mission. He had told the prison not to tell the parents about Kacy being missing yet, hoping that they would find him. Victor took out his phone as he called Mrs. Turner.“Hello Victor,”“Mrs. Turner, we can’t find Kacy anywhere in the school premises of the community; we have searched everywhere for him, but he’s nowhere to be found.
***As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the sky, Victor escorted Kacy Turner to his house for their first tutoring session. The gentle hum of the car engine filled the comfortable silence between them as they drove through the tranquil streets.Upon arriving, Victor welcomed Kacy into his home, leading him to a cozy study area prepared with textbooks, notebooks, and a whiteboard. The room exuded an air of quiet focus and a welcoming atmosphere, setting the stage for their mathematics lesson. Victor had planned to take him home from school for their first lesson with his parents. He offered Kacy food and drinks and wanted him to be comfortable before they began their first lesson."Alright, Kacy, today we'll be diving into quadratic equations," Victor announced, his tone encouraging as he prepared to impart his knowledge to his student.However, as Victor began explaining the concepts and solving equations, he noticed Kacy's furrowed brow and distant
Victor nodded, returning their smiles with one of his own. "I won't let you down. Let's work together to help Kacy succeed."With a shared sense of determination and hope, they parted ways, each carrying the weight of their commitment to Kacy's future. Victor knew that this opportunity wasn't just about teaching mathematics—it was about making a profound impact on Kacy's life and completing his mission in the process.***As the day drew to a close, Victor packed up his belongings in his office at Mitchell High School. The corridors echoed with the fading sounds of students' chatter and the bustling of the school day winding down. He locked the door behind him and made his way down the hallway toward the exit.As he walked past the public staff room, Victor caught snippets of conversation from within. Two teachers were engaged in discussion, their voices hushed but audible enough for Victor to overhear."Heard about those missing students from a few years ago? It's strange, isn't it?"
Victor paused, considering Kacy's words. He wanted to delve deeper into Kacy's struggles and offer the kind of support that would make a difference. However, before he could say more, the bell signaling the end of the break rang, interrupting their conversation."Kacy, I want you to know that I'm here to help," Victor said sincerely, hoping to instill a sense of encouragement in the young boy. "Let's set up a time to talk more about this. Together, we'll find a way to make mathematics more accessible for you, okay?"Kacy nodded, offering a hesitant smile before scurrying off to his next class.Victor watched him go, a sense of determination settling within him. He knew that understanding Kacy's difficulties in mathematics would take time, patience, and a personalized approach. He was committed to making a difference in Kacy's academic journey, ensuring that no student was left behind or discouraged by the challenges they faced, and also completing his mission in the process.***Victo
The interview commenced, and Victor articulated his pedagogical philosophy with unwavering conviction. He shared anecdotes from his journey, highlighting his dedication to fostering a supportive and engaging learning environment for students. His passion for mathematics shone through as he discussed innovative teaching methods and his commitment to instilling a love for the subject.The panel members listened attentively, nodding in acknowledgment of his expertise and enthusiasm. They posed questions, and Victor responded with confidence and poise, drawing from his experiences and visions for education.One of the panel members asked curiously. “But if I may ask, you are a millionaire, right?”“Yes,” Victor answered swiftly.“Then why exactly do you want to work a job where you will hardly make up to $200,000 a year?” They wanted to know what Victor’s intentions were, whether he was in it for the money or for something else, because it was clear that he was not in it for the money.“T
As Laura returned to her cell, a sense of relief washed over her. It was a small step, but a step toward redemption. She couldn't undo the damage she had caused, but she could choose a different path moving forward.As she sat alone in her cell, a newfound sense of liberation blossomed within her. For the first time in a long while, she felt unburdened, and the weight of her vendetta lifted from her shoulders. It was a step toward inner peace, a chance to break free from the cycle of revenge that had consumed her.In that quiet moment of introspection, Laura Solace found a glimmer of hope—a hope for a future unshackled from the chains of her own past decisions. It was a tentative beginning, but a beginning nonetheless, toward a life free from the destructive pursuit of vengeance. She also intends on quitting her con lifestyle and probably living an honest life once she’s done with her sentence.***Later in the afternoon, detective Morrison got Laura’s statement from the federal priso